Heat and Gamelia had a love-hate relationship. Her reptilian blood welcomed it. Her sugary features did not. Her, personally? A little bit wouldn't hurt. Summer time was a beatdown, and baking was almost a requirement. Dealing with it was just something she had to do.
Like all of the Crewmates that had gathered, her attention was caught by the rising smoke, crackle of flame, and conversation. A campfire, huh? S'mores sounded quite delicious right about then. Since getting her house in order, the candied dragon had wasted no time in stocking her home with food. At least, to her it was food. To anyone else, it was just candy and sugar and baking supplies.
S'mores meant marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. Gamelia snatched up all three, hurrying over with the packages carefully wedged in her jaws as she got closer to the fire. At the edge of the gathered group, she spat them on the ground. "I've got marshmallows! And chocolate! Would anybody like a S'more?" she asked, beginning to dig into her supplies. A marshmallow was popped into her jaws. She was getting hungry anyway.